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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.