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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.