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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.