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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.