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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.