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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.