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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Magma,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.