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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.