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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.