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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.