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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.