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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.