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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.