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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.