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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pylon,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.