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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Warren Ellis 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.