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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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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.