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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.