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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Nas 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.