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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
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.