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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.