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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.