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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.