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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.