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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Wings,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.