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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.