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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.