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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.