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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.