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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.