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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.