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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.