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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Move,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.