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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.