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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.