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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.