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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.