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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.