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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.