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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.