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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.