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 Norway 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Can,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.