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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.