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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
June Days,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.