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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.