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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.