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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.