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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.