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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.