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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.