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 Vietnam 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.