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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.