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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.