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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Roxette,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
New Order,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.