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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.