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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.