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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Inner City,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.