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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.