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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.