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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Star Department,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.