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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.