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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.