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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.