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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.