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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.