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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.