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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.