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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.