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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.