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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.