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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Busters to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.