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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.