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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.