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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.