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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Television,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.