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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Clarke to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.