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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Names,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.