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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.