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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.