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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.