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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.