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 Chile and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.