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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.