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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.