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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.