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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.