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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.