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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.