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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.