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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Brick 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
the Association,
X-101,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.