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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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 Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.