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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.