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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.