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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.