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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Magma,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
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.