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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.