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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.