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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.