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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.