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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.