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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.