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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.