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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.