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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.