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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.