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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.