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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.