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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
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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.