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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.