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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.