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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.