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 Suriname and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.