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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.