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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.