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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.