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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.