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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.