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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.