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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.