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 Japan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.