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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Slave,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.