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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.