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 Korea South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.