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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.