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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.