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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.