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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Scion,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.