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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.