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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.