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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.