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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.