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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Faust,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.