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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.