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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.