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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.