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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.