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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.