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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.