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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.