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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Brick,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.