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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.