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 Libya 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Nico,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.