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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.