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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Index,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.