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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
MC5,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.