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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.