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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.