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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.