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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.