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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.