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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.