Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.