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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.