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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Boredoms 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.