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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.