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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Move,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.