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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
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.