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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.