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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.