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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.