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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.