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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.