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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.