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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.