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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.