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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.