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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.