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 Mali 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.