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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.