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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.