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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.