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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.