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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Can,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.