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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.