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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.