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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.