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 Niger 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Crime,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.