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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
ABC,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.