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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.