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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.