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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.