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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.