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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Can,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.