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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.