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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.