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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.