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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Echospace,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.