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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Nico,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.