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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.