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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.