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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.