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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.