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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Nico,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.