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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.