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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.