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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Slave,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.