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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.