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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.