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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.