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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.