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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.