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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.