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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.