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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.