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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.