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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.