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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.