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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.