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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.