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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.