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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.