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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.