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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.