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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
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.