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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.