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 United States and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
10cc,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.