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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Japan,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.