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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.