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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.