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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.