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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.