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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.