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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.