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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.