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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.