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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.