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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.