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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.