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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
X-101,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.