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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Can,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.