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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.