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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.