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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.