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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.