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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.