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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.