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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.