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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.