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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.