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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.