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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.