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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.