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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.