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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.