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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.