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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.