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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Can,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.