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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Move,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.