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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.