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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.