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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Nico,
The Associates,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.