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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.