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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.