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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.