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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.