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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
ABC,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.