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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.