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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.