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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.