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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.