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 Togo 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
MC5,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.