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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
MC5,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.