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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.