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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.