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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.