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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.