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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.