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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gories to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.