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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.