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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.