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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.