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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.