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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.