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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.