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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
JFA,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.