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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Names,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Smoke,
UT,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.