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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.