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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.