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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Can,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.