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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.