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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.