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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.