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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.