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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.