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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.