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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.