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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Nas,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.