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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.