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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.