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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.