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 France and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.