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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.