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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.