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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.