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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.