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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Gong,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.