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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.