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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Pole,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.