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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.