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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.