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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.