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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.