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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
UT,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.