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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.