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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.