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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.