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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.