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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.