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 United States and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.