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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 Johannesburg and London.
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 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.