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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.