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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.