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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.