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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.