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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.