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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.