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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.