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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.