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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.