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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Joy Division 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.