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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.