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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.