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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Aswad,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.