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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.