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 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.