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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.