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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.