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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.