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 States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.