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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.