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 China and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.