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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Rekid,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.