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 Kazakhstan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.