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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.