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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.