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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.