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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.