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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.