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 Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.