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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.