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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.