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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.