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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.