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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Evens to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.