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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.