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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.