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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.