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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.