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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
ABC,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.