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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.