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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.