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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.