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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Smog,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.