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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.