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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
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.