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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.