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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Sound,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.