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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Smog,
10cc,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.