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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.