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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.