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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Move,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.