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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.