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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.