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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.