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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas 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 Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Television,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.