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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.