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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Ludus,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.