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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.