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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.