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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.