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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
New Order,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.