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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.