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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.