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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.