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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.