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 Namibia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
UT,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.