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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Can,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.