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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.