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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.