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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
cv313,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.