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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.