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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.