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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.