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 Russia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.