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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.