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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.