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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
The Kinks,
Swans,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.