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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.