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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.