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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.