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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.