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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
CMW,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.