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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.