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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.