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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.