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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Names,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.