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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.