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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Japan,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.