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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.