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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.