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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.