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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.