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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.