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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.