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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.