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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.