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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.