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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.