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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.