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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.