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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.