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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.