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 Bahrain and from London.
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 Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.