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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.