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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Can,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.