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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.