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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.