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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.