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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.