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 Germany 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.