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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.