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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.