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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.