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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.