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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.