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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.