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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.