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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.