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 Albania and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.