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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.