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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.