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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.