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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.