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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.