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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.