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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.