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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Index,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.