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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.