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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Nas,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.