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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Index,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.