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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.