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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.