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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.