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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Trumans Water 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.