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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.