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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.