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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Television,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.