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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.