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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.