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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.