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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.