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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.