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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.