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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.