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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.