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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Monks,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Slave,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.