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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Smog,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.