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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.