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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.