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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.