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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.