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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.