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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.