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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.