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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.