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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 808 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
UT,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.