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 India and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.