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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.