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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.