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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scrapy,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.