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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.