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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.