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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.