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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.