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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Move,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.