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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.