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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.