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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.