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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.