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 Marshall Islands 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.