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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Television to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.