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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.