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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.