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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.