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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.