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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.