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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Little Man 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
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.