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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.