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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.