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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.