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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.