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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.