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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.