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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.