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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.