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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
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.