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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 snare 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Television,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.