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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.