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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.