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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.