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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.