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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.