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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.