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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.