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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.