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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.