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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.