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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.