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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.