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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Wings,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.