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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
UT,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.