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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.